Does The Sun Shine For The Dead? Poem by Alaina B.

I do not long for death
Although I know where I would go
I hope to stay behind
Though it's not because I love this life
It is fear that holds me here
As I spend my days asking

Does the sun shine in Erebus?
Should I dread the end?
I can hope for Elysium
And dream of such rest
But for most like me
Asphodel awaits
I hope, at least, it's warm
On the banks of the Styx


And could I bathe in the Lethe
Knowing I'd forget
All that I've got now
Even if I don't have it then

And I always carry
A coin for the ferryman
So I won't be left behind
I'm afraid of my fate
Because judgment waits for me
And I won't feel Apollon there

Does music play in the underworld?
Does sunlight shine in rays?
Do crows fly through the trees?
If death came for me now
Would my patron be so far from reach?

I don't think my soul would be at peace
No, easy rest is not for me
I don't think Asphodel will feel like summer
I won't taste citrus in the breeze
I couldn't write down poetry
Or look for golden leaves

I'm not afraid of dying
I'm afraid of what comes next
No, the sun won't shine in Erebus
And Asphodel awaits
And though I always carry
A coin for the Ferryman
Easy rest is not for me
Where Apollon's light will never reach